This is a song about "Made it in the building"

True nigga in the building getting paper under the ceiling,

Put that on everything these other bitches anything

Fuck boys in the building with they conversation

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

But now in the end i understand that it made me tougher

Lay back, i got some money to make, motherfucker

True nigga in the building getting paper under the ceiling,

For all the pedicures i've given to their camel toes they bring

The main freestyle king back in the building

I'm a king.you should kiss my pinky ring

Affected 'cuz their parents in the projects never made it,

Sit the fuck down all you old niggas stand me, faggot

It's me in the building, now you gotta get mine, i'm

For a fucking shrink, sheesh, i already got mine

The atmosphere, from the hostility made it heavy

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see